This was Fawn’s first beautiful day in the woods. In fact, it was her first day anywhere. And Raccoon was her very first friend.
“You’re new here!” Raccoon said happily. “Let me show you around!”
Fawn followed her new friend as he scampered away. Soon Fawn was racing ahead of Raccoon. She turned to look back at him.
Splash! Fawn looked down. Her hooves were gone! Instead, Fawn saw something cool and wet.
“What’s that?” Fawn asked with surprise. “Oooh, it’s so cold!”
Raccoon giggled. “That’s a stream of spring water. It’s supposed to be cold. That’s just what you feel when you’re using your sense of touch.”
Fawn and Raccoon crossed the stream and went into a meadow. Birds chirped, and bugs buzzed. Suddenly a loud snap crunched through the quiet meadow. Fawn looked down. A long piece of something had broken when she stepped on it!
“What’s that?” Fawn asked Raccoon. “Oh no! I broke the meadow!”
“That’s a branch from a tree,” Raccoon laughed. “It’s supposed to make a sound when you step on it.”
“It sounded so loud,” said Fawn. “I hope I didn’t hurt the branch.”
“Of course you didn’t hurt it,” said Raccoon. “That’s just what happens when you’re using your sense of hearing.”
Fawn listened to the meadow again. She heard the birds chirp and the bugs buzz. She heard their footsteps pitter-patter as she and her friend ran toward the woods.
Raccoon brought Fawn to a colorful bush. “Let’s eat,” said Raccoon. He picked a juicy blackberry and popped it into his mouth. “Mmm!” he said. “Sweet!” 
Fawn ate a blackberry, too. This one was green. But instead of saying “Mmm,” Fawn said “Eeew!” Her mouth puckered up. “What’s that?” Fawn asked. “It makes my mouth feel so awful!””That blackberry wasn’t ripe yet,” chuckled Raccoon. “The ripe ones taste sweet, but the green ones taste sour.” Raccoon picked a ripe blackberry for his friend. Fawn’s pucker turned to a smile.
“Mmm!” she exclaimed. “This one’s yummy!”
“That’s what you can feel when you’re using your sense of taste,” said Raccoon. As they walked on, Fawn saw her friend scurry under a soft, thin patch between two trees. Fawn had to move closer to look at it. “What’s that?” she asked. “It looks so tiny.”
“That’s a spider,” said Raccoon. “And that web is her home.”
“The web looks so pretty and soft,” said Fawn. “And the spider has so many fuzzy little legs!”
“Good!” said Raccoon proudly. “In the woods you need to see the smallest things and the biggest things. When you use your eyes like that, you’re using your sense of sight.”
Fawn scurried under the spider’s web. “See you later!” she said.
Suddenly Fawn’s nose began to twitch. “What’s that?” she asked Raccoon. “The air inside my nose tastes sweet.”
“You can’t taste with your nose,” said Raccoon. “You must smell something.” He looked around and saw a wild rose bush nearby. “That’s a rose,” he said.
Fawn moved closer to the rose. She let its sweet fragrance fill her nose. “It smells pretty,” she said.”When you use your nose, you smell all the things around you,” Raccoon explained. “That’s just what you feel when you’re using your sense of smell. So now you know about the senses of touch, hearing, taste, sight, and smell!”
“And I think I’m getting another sense from the woods,” said Fawn.
“What’s that?” asked Raccoon.
Smiling, Fawn said, “I have a feeling that I’m going to like it here!”
